hi don't run

When Han Mo got up in the morning, he was completely healed. He had no headache or dizziness. He reached out and touched the big swelling on the back of his head last night. It was okay, and the swelling had subsided.

Shao Wenfeng put on his clothes and stood behind him, raised his hand to touch, and frowned.

"It's still swollen, let's rest at home for a day." The man is still worried about his body, concussion is not just for fun, even if it is mild.

Han Mo waved his hand, opened the bedroom door and walked out, "It's okay, it's the first day of work after all, if I don't go to Zhang Mao, I'll probably go crazy."

The little baby stood outside holding the bedroom door. As soon as Han Mo opened the door, the little guy leaned forward, hugged Han Mo's leg directly, and looked up at him, "Dad, Dad."

I didn't sleep with my dad all night, thinking about it.

Han Mo was taken aback, bent over, picked him up, shook him, and kissed him, "Baby, baby, do you miss Dad?"

The little baby leaned over and grabbed Han Mo's ears with his chubby hands, rubbing his chubby cheeks against his cheeks, and groaned and called Dad.

The sound of the little milk, the repeated calls of father and father kept calling.

Shao Wenfeng raised his hand to pinch the little baby's face, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, "Go out and have breakfast."

Aunt Jiang put the prepared millet porridge and siu mai on the table. Seeing the little baby being held in Han Mo's arms, she obediently did not make a fuss. She smiled wryly and sighed, "I woke up in the morning and wanted to find you."

Han Mo sat on the chair, the little baby hugged his neck and did not let go, Shao Wenfeng hugged him on his lap and sat down, patted his buttocks, "Be good."

The little baby hummed and twisted twice, but didn't make any fuss anymore.

"What time did you two come back yesterday? Your mother and I waited until very late and didn't see you two." Father Han put a piece of siu mai on the plate, dipped it in vinegar, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...It seems to be almost two o'clock. I met friends and chatted with them for a while." Han Mo frowned after smelling the mutton stuffed siu mai.

He felt uncomfortable in his stomach and kept churning.

"Mom, I don't want to eat, I feel uncomfortable." Han Mo put down his chopsticks, looked at Aunt Jiang and smiled apologetically.

Aunt Jiang froze for a moment, then realized that he might be pregnant and couldn't eat such meaty things, so she quickly stood up and went to the refrigerator to get tomatoes and eggs, and served him a bowl of egg noodles.

Han Mo originally wanted to say don't bother him so much, just drink milk and eat bread, but the old lady has already gone to the kitchen, so he can only sigh and hold back the words.

After breakfast, Shao Wenfeng drove Han Mo to work in the company, and sent him upstairs worryingly, and specifically asked him to bring food at noon and let him wait for him.

Han Mo nodded again and again, frowning impatiently at the man.

"You are so annoying, you are like an old lady."

Glaring at him, the brat didn't know what to do.

After Shao Wenfeng left, Han Mo hurried to Zhang Mao's office. Because he came early, he only saw a group of employees when he left the office. He greeted them with a smile and accepted their New Year greetings. Han Mo knocked on Zhang Mao. office door and go in.

"Ah! Did I disturb the two of you?" When he passed by Song Xinye's office just now, he was still thinking that this man might have overslept and didn't come here. Unexpectedly, Song Xinye was in heat in Zhang Mao's office early in the morning. The door is not locked yet.

Really arrogant.

Song Xinye lay on Zhang Mao with his butt pouted, and Zhang Mao was sitting on an office chair. The two turned to look at Han Mo standing at the door at the same time, with various expressions.

Zhang Mao didn't have much reaction, but Song Xinye blushed.

"Why don't you knock on the door!"

"I knocked, okay? You didn't lock the door." Han Mo rolled his eyes to him, went in and closed the door to block the curious and gossip of the secretary Susu outside.

"I heard that your relationship is a bit bumpy? Tell me, and I will analyze it for you." Han Mo sat aside, raised his eyebrows as he watched the two separated, and smiled maliciously.

Zhang Mao sighed and curled his lips.

Song Xinye turned to look at Zhang Mao, then at Han Mo, shrugged, "Maomao means that his family objects to two men being together, for fear that they won't be able to have children."

"I heard from Song Xinji, the problem is that it's impossible not to give birth, right?" Although the chances are very low, both he and Song Xinji can get pregnant, so it's impossible for Zhang Mao to fail. Could it be that Song Xinye didn't work hard?

Looking suspiciously at Song Xinye, Han Mo raised his eyebrows, "Would you two still be just chatting under the quilt?"

Han Mo's eyes were too aggressive, making Zhang Mao feel uncomfortable.

Although he is calm, it doesn't mean he has a thick skin. He really can't accept Han Mo's teasing appearance.

"Are we doing well every day? What are you thinking?" Song Xinye said directly without waiting for Zhang Mao's reaction.

Han Mo blinked, he really didn't expect the two of them to be more arrogant than himself in this respect.

Tsk tsk, smacking his lips, Han Mo sniffed and pointed to his stomach, "I want to inform you that I seem to be pregnant again." Seeing Zhang Mao's staring eyes, he spread his hands and shrugged, grinning helplessly. Get up, "It's useless for you to stare at me. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to find out if I really have a second child, but don't worry, I won't ask for leave this time. Shao Wenfeng will buy me that radiation protection suit." Go, I'm just telling you two, it's not impossible to conceive."

Zhang Mao sighed, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, "It's so easy for you to say, I want to conceive, and I have to be able to conceive."

Song Xinye also nodded at the side. He worked very hard and worked hard every day.

"..." Han Mo looked at the frowns of the two of them, suddenly smiled and pointed at Song Xinye, raised his chin and said in a relaxed tone: "Why don't you two brains change, you can't conceive, let Song Xinye Wouldn't it be better to try it?"

Zhang Mao's eyes widened, he really hadn't thought about this question.

Song Xinye wasn't too surprised. Although he had thought about it, Zhang Mao disagreed.

So far, he still hasn't figured out why Zhang Mao doesn't want to suppress himself. Does he look very delicious?

"Mao Mao, I think what Han Mo said is very reasonable. Think about it, my brother is pregnant with twins. We are left over from the same mother. No matter what happens, there won't be too much difference. How about we try?"

"..." Zhang Mao swallowed his saliva, shook his head slowly, and said softly, "I can't do it."

He always felt that putting Song Xinye down made him feel uncomfortable and repelled, and he was lazy and couldn't be as meticulous as Song Xinye treated himself. What if Song Xinye was hurt?He will feel bad.

Han Mo shrugged and stood up, "It's up to the two of you whether you can do it or not. Otherwise, you will have to wait for Song Xinji to be raised. Anyway, your parents are not here, and you don't know who gave birth."

Zhang Mao raised his hand and waved, "Hurry up, hurry up, you have a plan for the first half of this year on your desk, you don't need to worry about our affairs."

Not to mention whether they agreed or not, even if Song Xinji agreed to adopt one of them to be raised by the two of them, Qin Rui would definitely go crazy.

It's okay for anyone to give away his own son, not even his own brother.

Seeing Han Mo leave, Zhang Mao turned his head to look at the dazed Song Xinye, raised his hand and patted his forehead with a crisp sound.

"What are you thinking! Xinji's child belongs to someone else, I don't want it."

Song Xinye pouted, pulled him up and walked to the sofa, sat on the sofa with his arms around him, leaned over and kissed his lips, and looked at Zhang Mao pitifully.

Zhang Mao's scalp was numb by him, and he raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Why are you suddenly so depressed and cute?Not suitable, not suitable.

"Why can't you be a secondary attack?" Didn't you say you wanted to find a woman to marry before, did you also find a woman who took the initiative?Whether this person is so lazy or not, this is a big deal to have a baby, a big deal!

"...Are you sure?" Seeing Song Xinye staring straight at himself with watery eyes, the little look of anticipation was really unbearable.

"Are you sure you want me to be the attacker?" Zhang Mao couldn't help but asked twice, sighed, raised his hand with a wry smile and pinched his cool earlobe, "Go back and try that night."

He has no confidence in himself, but since Song Xinye can be the one under him, of course he can suppress the discomfort in his heart for Song Xinye.

Uh...it shouldn't be too many times.

In fact, Zhang Mao didn't know why he resisted so much, maybe it was a matter of habit, he couldn't tell.

But since he has decided to go back and try with Song Xinye at night, he will definitely be fully prepared!

The villain in my heart clenched his fist, expressing that he would work hard and not let Song Xinye down.

Speaking of which, Han Mo went back to the office and started working. Since it was the first day of the new year, he was not very busy at work. He just looked at the design drawings and plans on the table and corrected the inappropriate parts.

"Director Han, RS sent a marketing representative to sign the contract, but Mr. Zhang said that our company didn't have an appointment with them. He asked me to ask you what to do." Secretary Susu knocked on the door and came in, a little embarrassed Looking at Han Mo.

Han Mo was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered the cooperation he had mentioned with Shao Wenfeng a few days ago. He didn't expect the man to send someone to sign the contract so soon, and he was very happy.

"Take people to the small conference room. I know about it. I will notify Mr. Zhang." He stood up and shook his body, and quickly stood up with the table.

After sitting for a long time, I suddenly felt dizzy when I stood up.

Seeing that his face was a little pale, Susu asked with concern: "Director Han, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I have low blood sugar, please pour me a cup of hot milk later." Han Mo waved his hand and smiled at her, and walked out of the office with her.

In the small conference room, Han Mo glanced at the few people who came in from the door, and raised his eyebrows. He had never seen them before, and he didn't know any of them.

"Hello Director Han, I am the marketing manager of RS Company. I am here to sign a contract with your company." Putting the document in his hand on the table, the man smiled at Han Mo.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and flipped through it. He didn't look carefully, but just looked at the items and numbers marked on it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Where is your boss?" He is still more concerned about this matter. After all, normally, Shao Wenfeng should bring the contract in person. Doesn't that man need to see him every second to feel at ease.

"The boss has something to deal with, so he couldn't come." The man paused before saying this, Han Mo was taken aback, and turned to look at him.

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